Terrors shall make him afraid on every side, and shall drive him to his feet. -Job 18:11
When it gets dark I begin to worry in earnest.
A quick trip to the shopping center usually takes all of two hours, but it’s now closer to six.
For the tenth time I check to see my ringer is on.
I have called her a dozen times.
She never empties out her voicemail so the inbox is full and I can’t leave a message.
I see this a small act of rebellion.
I roll over and plug my chair into the charger, positioned so I can look out the window.
I watch the cars go by, none hers.